Later on we came across an old boy who wasn't going to give up his gal for anything. Well he did ask me for a cigarette but I think that was to satisfy some inner craving rather than the opening price for negotiations. Joking aside we had the privilege of meeting a lovely bloke. He and his family had been grazing their goats up in the Yayla (highland pastures) over the hot summer months. They were due to leave for the lowlands in a couple of days.

As far as I know I descend from the Central Anatolian Yoruks, but we moved west and north west in 1400-1500s and settled.

I've never met any nomads in real life but I know of their existence, as also demonstrated by your pics. Incidentally, my grandfather used to dress just like that guy :)

If you ever bump into my long lost cousins again, give them my regards

Bugger.... I knew I should have stayed.....
Looks you'r having fun while waiting !
Dirk, be sure when u'll be up there, in the cold and snow, I'll post you some great pictures from here under die Sonne !
Viel Spass, guys !

Prior to departure my bike needed some TLC. The front sprocket drive nut was in danger of boring a hole in my left ankle. The gear lever refused to lever. Better go see Mehmet then . Dirk caught the action as Mehmet lit up with a welding rod